This Christmas I sit in our living room before heading to bed, typing out a festive blog post.  The room feels and looks very ordinary: couches, pillows, television, computer, DVD’s, books and more.  Life, most of the time, is ordinary.

Life is exciting and varied enough as it is.  We don’t need too many sensational experiences.  Highs come.  We are property owners for the first time, and are excitedly settling into our new home.  Lows follow.  My beloved Grandpa passed away the day after my son’s 9th birthday.  Even those highs and lows have an ordinary feel to them.  The joy of a new dwelling to own, enjoy and remake is tempered by frustrations of having too many things, facing the financial and time cost of renovations, and more.  The grief of losing a loved one didn’t fully negate the happiness of waking up Christmas morning to presents and pancakes.

The nativity narratives are laced with the spectacular, and awe-inspiring and the miraculous.  Angelic epiphany.  Prophetic insight.  Virginal conception.  It could be just me and my phase of life, but I’m drawn to imagine the lingering ordinary feel that life would have had for Elizabeth, the shepherds, Anna, the wise men, Mary and the others.  Elizabeth’s formerly-barren womb would still be subject to the pain of giving birth.  The shepherds, hurrying to Bethlehem after the angelic revelation, would have faced all of the familiar and mundane issues of getting themselves there.  Mary, despite her exemplary encounter with the angelic messenger, would have three full trimesters of watching her body and womb swell and transform.

And all of this has a beautifully Jesus-shaped dynamic to it.  For it is in Him that the spectacular resides within the everyday.  Eternity meets time.  God joins with humanity.  Creator with creation.  Word becomes flesh.

Nowadays I am more aware than ever of my simple need for God’s extraordinary strength in every ordinary moment.  Highs and lows; strengths and weaknesses; progress and stumbles, what I need is always to open myself to the ordinary process of participating with the Power who makes me just a little bit better, moment by moment.

god-word beginning

Two brief (and certainly unoriginal) observations on John 1:1.

The Greek Text
εν αρχη ην ο λογος και ο λογος ην προς τον θεον και θεος ην ο λογος

A rough English equivalent
In the Beginning was the Word and the Word was toward the God and God was the Word

First, one must note the Parallelism of the first line of John’s Gospel with the first line of Genesis:

In the Beginning, God… (Genesis)
In the Beginning was the Word… (John)

This line in John is not only the precursor to the rest of what is a theological and literary masterpiece, but the author is deliberately paralleling (not ‘replacing’) God with ‘the Word’, a term used precisely 40 times in this Gospel.

Second, note the chiastic structure in the following two lines (obscured by most English translations that put God at the end of the sentence):

ο λογος                            the Word
…..ην προς                       …..was toward
……….τον θεον                ……….the God
……….και θεος                 ……….and God
…..ην                                …..was
ο λογος                            the Word

You might suspect that a point is being made!